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Apr 2014
The fake happiness
The fake kindness
Let yourself being used
Let the people believe you're the fool

Where is myself?
Lost in the surreal people
Where is myself?
Bind to the bitter judgements

I want to run
I wan to escape
I want to feel the sun
Shine happily above me again

What is love?
Where is the love?
Why it's so hard to leave?
Why it's so hard to breath?

And you always realized it
After all, you're still a girl
Weak and fragile
Broken and sometimes, shattered.
Dechanteur
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